Hey everyone! QueenofWords1 here! Just a quick note before you start this chapter, it includes physical abuse.
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"What was the damage this time?"
A tall man with wildly black hair wearing a doctor's coat stood alongside a security guard holding a walkie talkie up to his ear. The guard looks at the doctor.
"Prisoner 001 has received many electrocutions due to taser guns and possibly injured himself in an attempt to run." The guard explains. "The prisoner is being brought up here for a check-up, Dr. Gutman."
"Has he been properly contained?" Dr. Gutman asks, adjusting the doctor's bag at his arm.
"He's shackled and two of our men are bringing him up now." The guard says. "Also they had to muzzle him."
The doctor tsks. "Biting again. How I pity his dentist."
A pair of double doors open up and two guards come in with their toon prisoner. Zekko let them drag him into the hall, for he couldn't walk even if he wanted to. With shackles on his ankles and wrists, they kept him close and bounded, unable to struggle as much as he wanted to. But with an unmistakable grin, he lets his foot go loose and the guard to his left trips.
A bubble of laughter surges from the toon's mouth as the guard falls down and hits the ground. The other guard grabs Zekko and slams him into the nearest wall. Zekko screams out.
"You're really begging for that straightjacket!" The guard growls.
Zekko hisses back, but with the muzzle on, it wasn't as effective as he wished it to be. The guard yanks him off the wall as the other guard gets up and helps keep Zekko in line. Zekko, no longer amused, looks forward. Dr. Gutman wore a frown, unamused by the display that had played before him. He turns and walks towards a door, gesturing to the guards to follow.
"Bring him this way." Dr. Gutman says.
The two guards haul up Zekko off the floor and presume to carry him down the hall after Dr. Gutman. The doctor holds the door open and allows them to enter the room. Inside was a padded room with a single chair bolted to the ground with arm and leg restraints.
"Where is his injury?" Dr. Gutman asks the guards as they place the toon into the chair.
"Left ankle." One of the guards responds.
"Leave the left leg restraint off." Dr. Gutman commands. "Then you may leave."
The guards did as they were told, restraining the toon before leaving Zekko in the chair. Zekko stayed still while the guards left the room, closing the door behind him. Dr. Gutman placed his bag on the floor and approached the toon. He grabs the toon by the chin, forcing him to look up at him. The toon hard eyes bore into the doctor's.
"This is your third check-up this month, Mr Warner." Dr. Gutman says calmly. "It worries me."
The doctor lets him go and Zekko lets his head drop. Dr. Gutman walks back to his doctor's bag.
"You hurt yourself again." Dr. Gutman says, bending down to open his bag and reaches inside, pulling out a portable table.
"But then again, I expect no less from you." Dr. Gutman says as he returns back to Zekko, placing the table next to him. Zekko glances at the table. There were a few tools on the table. A stethoscope, syringes, scalpels, scissors and an assortment of bandages. Only one of the syringes was filled. This syringe the doctor picks up. Zekko begins to struggle against the restraints.
"Keep moving and I might puncture something that isn't a blood vessel." Dr. Gutman scolds. He sighs when Zekko doesn't listen and continues to squirm in his seat. Despite this, the doctor raises the toon's sleeve up to his shoulder, ignoring the constant squirming. Time for plan B.
Zekko hisses when the needle punctures his arm, going absolutely still from the suddenness of it. Dr. Gutman wasted no time at all and injected the fluid into the muscle of the arm. He pulls out the needle once empty.
"Because of your inability to comply, I had to resort to injecting the muscle." Dr. Gutman says, pacing the needle on the table. "Now we wait."
Zekko turns his head enough to glare at the doctor. Dr. Gutman only smiles.
"Believe me, I don't like this as much as you do." The doctor simply says.
Zekko flinches when the doctor reaches for him, grabbing him by the ears and forcing his head up. The doctor speaks. "When the sedative takes full effect I will remove the muzzle and from there you will do your best to answer my questions. Do we understand?"
Zekko doesn't speak. He only glares.
"I should remind you this room is soundproof." Dr. Gutman warns. "There's not much the guards outside can hear."
Zekko grimaces as the doctor's grasp on his ears tightens.
"Do we have an understanding?" Dr. Gutman repeats.
After a moment of silence, the toon nods. Dr. Gutman lets him go.
"Good." Dr. Gutman says, retrieving a small note pad from his pocket and as well as a pen. "Now we wait."
The minutes tick by and slowly the effects of the drugs take their effect. The doctor notes as Zekko's arms begin to relax. His head constantly tilts downwards before snapping back up on several occasions. Each time the reaction time is slower until finally his head lowers entirely. Dr. Gutman walks behind Zekko and places his hands on his shoulders.
"I'm about to remove the muzzle." Dr. Gutman says. "Any funny business and I'll be forced to call in for a straightjacket. Is that clear?"
A silent nod is given. Dr. Gutman unstraps the muzzle from the back and slips it off. He clutches the muzzle in one hand and walks around to face Zekko. He bends down before the toon, so they are face to face.
"How are we feeling?" Dr. Gutman asks.
Zekko manages to bring his head up to meet the doctor's eyes. His mouth parts open.
"Can't…move…" Zekko slurs.
Dr. Gutman smiles. "That means it's working."
The doctor grabs the stethoscope off the table and places it on. He moves the stethoscope diaphragm up to the toon's chest.
"Normal heart rate." Dr. Gutman says. He stands back up and places the diaphragm on his back. "Do your best to take deep breaths."
Zekko does as he says, despite the struggle he was forced to endure with the drugs.
"Healthy lungs." Dr. Gutman says before taking in the sight of burned fur on the toon's neck. Zekko gasps as his head is lifted up, the doctor touching the patch of fur.
"These burns aren't severe." Dr. Gutman comments. "I'll give you something for the pain, but besides that you'll be fine."
Zekko's head is released and he stares at the floor. Judging by how Zekko was clutching his hands into fists, the doctor could tell his patient was on edge. Ignoring that, Dr. Gutman returns to face the patient. He kneels down and grabs the toon's unrestrained leg. Zekko hisses as the doctor feels the growing swelling along the ankle.
"How bad is the pain?" The doctor asks.
Zekko slowly looks at the doctor, making eye contact. Even as sluggish as he moved, he managed a smirk.
"Pretty bad…it won't shut up." Zekko snorts.
The doctor's hand shot out so fast, Zekko didn't have time for another comeback. He chokes, the doctor's hand wrapped around his neck, pinning him to the chair. Dr. Gutman doesn't let go, instead he squeezes.
"I don't appreciate being made fun of, Mr. Warner." Dr. Gutman says calmly. Zekko wheezes, too sluggish to do more than choke in the doctor's hands. "Let's try this again. How bad is the pain?"
"T-Terrific!" Zekko forces out.
"Wrong answer." Dr. Gutman scowls.
The doctor presses down on the toon's neck. Zekko struggles in his seat, desperate for air.
"Answer me." Dr. Gutman commands. "Correctly, this time."
"...p-pretty…b-bad!"
Zekko heaves once the pressure is relieved off his neck. He coughs and spits, gasping for air.
"Better." Dr. Gutman says and returns to Zekko's injured leg.
The toon slumps against the chair, breathing heavily. The sedatives were keeping his energy levels down. He swallows thickly, feeling the doctor gently press the swelling of his ankle.
"It's only sprained." The doctor says. "Your ankle should heal in a week."
"Good…to hear." Zekko pants, shaking his head. He felt dizzy.
"Don't worry about what you're feeling." Dr. Gutman says as he grabs the bandages and begins securing the ankle. "Merely side effects of the drugs."
Zekko turns his head to the doctor, opening his mouth, but stops to hang his head. He was too tired now. His eyes begin to droop. The doctor notices.
"Close your eyes." Dr. Gutman says. "I'll have them carry you back…once I finish up."
Zekko raises his head, but it limps back down. His eyelids feel heavier by the second. He glances at the syringe. It's too big. Damn doctor over did the dosage.
Zekko's eyes slowly close, the last thing he sees is the doctor's simple smile. He blacks out.